Calling "Caribous" Out of Hiding

I used to have my coffee at Caribou down the street on Peavy Plaza (Nicollet Mall). We had a fairly international crew who had coffee there daily. I have seen Mustafa from Arab states (Morroco this week) and even his family who were here on the down low in MN. Sasha was a Russian man who kept his divinity on the down low, but when we talked about our martial arts training, he let it slip that he trained with the KGB. Then there is Tony who worked for years and years at the YWCA. He is half Palestinian and half Italian. He was dismissed for no reason, but I assumed it was because Russian Jews ran the joint. Only Russian is the second language on walls at that Y. He was conversing with my mother about the Middle East, and he let slip about the Palestinian Camps outside of Amann, Jordan. Then there was the youngin' Emin who was Armenian, but was born in the wealthy BACU, Russia. I guess you are all the days of summer. Your time will come. I'm being stalked by the two, fully veiled, Syrian women. Sometimes they go out without their facial veils on. They are always in black, and sometimes (like today), only one has the facial veil. I noticed that they used to go out with their husbands, but their husbands have not been seen for like 9 months. It is a comedy of international errors around me. All I do is OBSERVE like the Russian military today.